Robert Lee Frost (Роберт Ли Фрост)

Flower Guidance

As I went from flower to flower
(I have told you how)
I have told you what I found
Dead not growing on the ground.
Look upon me now.

If you would not find yourself
In an evil hour
Too far on a fatal track
Clasp your hands behind your back.
Never pick a flower.

1. Afterflakes
2. A Case for Jefferson
3. The Broken Drought
4. Once by the Pacific
5. The Egg and the Machine

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